In The Cruelty Of Butterflies Poem by Mamunur Rahman

On my lone and in the smooth tub are gathering butterflies,
The beauty of my secluded wings makes me shine
In the light, the shadows on the walls,
the rolling outstretched wings, the colorful screen
At the corners they fly away to all the houses,
Books, ballpoints, wall hangings
Photo frames, shaded towels, drawing tables
and roofs are gathered in the corner
In the dark He flies to the high place,
in the morning, in the evening and on a sunny day;
The bright wings falling on my soft hair matched the gloom of gloom
On the lips All my house today is in his heart, with the song of mind
Lives in the sweet air. The apple lying on the table
Its own home in a pest-damaged habitat. I'm out
Leaving her home in her difficult persecution,
Jazmin, laughter and more
The aroma of the moon and the smell. Fly on colored rose petals
The wings on the fence match around her. On the busiest road I go
On a casual occasion, they also gather in my soulless path.
The windscreen, the gray path on the walk, t
he tires on the pause and me
He thinks of himself as he flies on a dense pile of garbage in the city.
My faded eyes make her blush with her golden sheer beauty.
Its single side is basic in palaces, veneers and mobile shops
In the white Butterflies that are caught in the
difficult hands of monsters today
Extreme beauty towards her. Immediately
the moment of surprise in the first of life
The catch is the butterfly song in the eyes of
all the houses of Bengal.